now you have me (Ed Sheeran Fic, but not much of a fic, more like just romance&cute)

Basically, this is my Ed fanfic and I don't want to give away the story here, but it takes place in high school where Ed isn't like famous, so yeah. Also, if you're reading this, I'm probably not finished with the story yet. Also, I always like to add something illegal to all of my fanfics, not like drugs, but something illegal. So, yeah. I hope you like my writing and my story. Have a nice day now and please enjoy.
Please do not judge my story on this blurb.
Blurbing is weird.


1. chapter one? how am I supposed to name chapter one? it's just chapter one.

Secondary school, the time to figure out who you want to be. I enter my first hour class- English. Here the social classes appear by student placement throughout the room. You have your teacher's pets in the front, popular jocks on the left, nerds on the right and an awkward ginger kid in the back throwing paper airplanes. Then there's me: plain, old, Melody. I didn't have a clue as to where I was going with my life, but I knew that no one would ever want to go with me. I decided to be optimistic and sit somewhere in the middle though once seated, my teacher, Mr.Wolfe, shouted out the assigned seats and I was to be in between two jocks. Oh joy.

The professor called out names for attendance also asking if a nickname was preferred. Some people asked to be called really dumb names like potato or turtle, but I stayed Melody. I could have been Mel, but that just reminds me of elderly people and I'm only 15 now. I don't need to already be associating myself with people that live in nursing homes. I'm not that lame. At least, I hope I'm not that lame.

It was fairly quiet until that redhead "Edward Sheeran" asked to be called Teddy, in a serious way. The class erupted in snickers and cackles and he changed it to just, Ed. I felt guilt in a way that I didn't understand. Ed obviously didn't deserve misery and this teasing from peers, but at the same time: what could I do? No one liked me either. 

I slept my way through English class and went on to the rest of my day. For lunch, being the incredibly sociable person I am, I met up with my friend Molly in the music hallway to eat instead of the crowded cafeteria. We scarfed down our meals and Molly told me of a party happening this Saturday. The thing about Molly is that she is like my opposite- slutty and outgoing, which I guess is why we're friends.

We walked down the music hall by the practice rooms where I then found a boy with orange hair and large sweatshirt jamming on his guitar. Wait- that was.... that incredibly weird kid- Sam? Tom? I couldn't remember his name, maybe he wasn't even the one from my class. He seemed an overall strange guy, at least that's what it looked like. Maybe he was a werewolf. He was a bit pudgy and I mean all that unruly hair- nah. That sounds really stupid- a werewolf.... they don't even exist, not like unicorns do. Maybe he's a unicorn. Breaking my thought, that kid started galloping around the practice room with his guitar, paying no attention to Molly and I. He didn't just gallop- it was unicornlike. I flipped like a pancake and ran down the hall leaving Molly confused and apparently that boy. He stepped out and asked "umm....Melody, is everything ok?" Looking genuinely concerned. "Uh yeah," I laughed and then gave him a quizzical look, "how do you know my name?"

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